Was will die einsame Thräne

What means this lonely tear-drop,
Misty with ancient pains?
The tragic days have vanished,
But still this tear remains.

Once it had shining sisters;
But, with the old delights
And passing griefs, they left me,
Lost in the windy nights.

Lost, like the mist, those blue orbs;
Stars with a smiling dart,
That shot the joys and sorrows
Laughing into my heart.

Even my love has perished,
A breath that I have drawn . . .
Oh lone, belated tear-drop,
'Tis time you too were gone.